#cid drabble

[pxperhearts]

Kill me >:3 -keepyourpromises

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Phoenix writhed and screeched in Ifrit’s massive hands, its whole body burning from the fire god’s touch. Beneath its clawed hands, the god bird was already bleeding, its wings damaged beyond repair and blood matting its feathers. It screeched out of agony, wings beating haphazardly, feathers curling into dust. At the same time, smoke rose from Ifrit’s face, its features contorted in pain. This was the only way to heal its friend. 

[pxperhearts]

Fight me -keepyourpromises

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Tifa’s punch landed square in the monster’s stomach, staggering it back far enough that Cid could jump in and pierce his spear through one end of its head and straight through to the other side. By then, Tifa was already on the move, ducking under his lance to uppercut the next monster before slamming her foot into its face and using it as a spring board. A cool blast of ice magic traveled underneath her, freezing over her enemy just in time for her come down hard and shatter its form. 

There were two more monsters left at this point but Cid was already halfway to taking care of them. His lit cigarette served as a lighter to a stick of dynamite. Pulling it away, he grabbed her with one arm and lobbed the dynamite with the other before ducking behind a rock.

The resulting explosion sent rock and debris flying even over their cover. When it cleared, Cid looked down at her. 

“Think the bastards are dead?” 

Tifa shrugged. “If not, I have some more for them.” She leaned over him to look out but quickly pulled back. “Oh yeah,” she nodded. “They’re dead.”

Cid laughed. “That formula is some good shit. I’ll have to remember the mixing ratio for—” He was cut off by a kiss that ended all too soon. Tifa patted his chest. 

“C’mon, we gotta get going or the others will wonder where we are.”

[thelatecidraines-blog]

Apathy

It had been something that had gotten him by for most of his life. His men thought him cold, hard to talk to, defensive. And in ways he was. He had to be. War was about logic, killing. Not feeling. Someone had to be the one to make sacrifices. He was more than ready to volunteer. So why, unlike the rest of his men who knew when to leave well enough alone, was this idiot trying to be his... friend? Was he dumb maybe? No, he was brash and maybe even a bit loud, but he didn't seem stupid. 

"Just one smile Cid, and then I'll leave ya be. I just want to know if yer capable."

His captain's hands were resting on his desk as he hovered, leaning over and bothering him immensely while he was trying to work. He knew everyone was on leave, he didn't care. He wanted to use this chance to catch up on things he was behind on. But apparently none of that mattered to Rygdea.

That accent too, it grated on his nerves. Couldn't he just leave him alone with his work? No one understood him like his work did. 

"Or I could just kick you the hell out of my office captain."

"Why are ya acting so formal. Call me Rygdea. One smile and then I'll leave you be for the rest of the day so ya can whisper sweet nothings to your paperwork." He smirked slightly at the end of his statement, finding himself amusing.

Fine, if it would leave him in peace for the day he'd indulge the man. This was ridiculous. He tried to smile, upturning the corner's of his lips and trying to make it meet his eyes, because after all he was Cid Raines, and if he was going to do something he was going to do it correctly.

Rygdea blinked for a moment, staring at the sight before speaking in a quiet tone."

"That was terrifying." Without another word he left his office. 

Cid blinked as he watched him leave, grumbling and going back to his paperwork.